A Forged Love Letter

By a twist of fate, Yan Huai transmigrated into a melodramatic rich-family novel.

As luck would have it, he had been here once before. More astonishingly, both times he transmigrated into the same pitiful character.

Only this time was even worse than the last. Before, he had woken up in a sickbed. This time, he jolted awake in a cold coffin.

In the mourning hall, his hypocritical friends and relatives saw him come back from the dead and smiled more miserably than if they were crying.

Looking at the people before him, each with their own schemes, he lay right back down without hesitation.

Yan Huai: This is a disaster from the start. All this scheming is worse than just dying!

Unfortunately, the only person who cared for him, the old steward, hauled him out of the coffin and wept like a fountain. "Young master, you're finally awake! I knew the marriage blessing would work!"

Yan Huai: Marriage blessing? What marriage blessing?

Then he glanced over and saw a cool beauty walking slowly toward him. Without changing expression, she said, "You're alive. Can we get divorced now?"

Yan Huai thought she looked familiar. After hesitating a moment, he nodded, prompted by his human instincts.

A few days later, Yan Huai was caught up in a web of schemes. Facing relatives who were eyeing him like prey, he felt utterly out of his depth and nearly ended up in the coffin again.

No, he had to bring back that cool beauty, supposedly powerful and shrewd, before they could get divorced.

Whether she was his wife didn't matter. She was definitely the strategist who could keep him alive.

Yan Huai stayed up for three nights in a row and finally produced a stack of love letters thicker than the New Chinese Dictionary.

The next day, the old steward brought the letters to Bai Yu, sniffling and weeping as he sighed, "Young madam, our young master has admired you for a long time. Please come back! If you don't, he'll be dead before long!"

Bai Yu held the letters without a word, but moved back into the Yan household the following day.

Later, when Yan Huai saw that his forged love letters were about to be exposed, he wrote a ten-thousand-character confession and voluntarily admitted his mistake to Bai Yu.

Bai Yu asked calmly, "Did you write them yourself?"

Yan Huai: ? What does that mean?

But even after learning the truth, Bai Yu did not abandon him, nor did she ever ask him for a divorce.

At first, Yan Huai thought Bai Yu had her eye on his vast fortune.

It wasn't until later, when he found a stack of yellowed love letters in Bai Yu's study, piled nearly as high as a person, that he finally understood:

Bai Yu had set her sights on him long ago! The marriage blessing had been just one part of her plan!

Yan Huai: My overbearing wife has been fooling me for years...

Theme: There is genuine love in this world.